WARNING: There is a lemon in the middle of the chapter. I have marked it for your skipping convenience.

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[Marie]

Why are morning people always considered to be the most disciplined, focused individuals? Well it's quite simple. It takes discipline to get out of bed that early.

They're also *fucking* insane. All of them. Every person who wakes up before six am is a crazy person. In my humble opinion of course.

I had consented to take my taijutsu training under Kabuto as seriously as I possibly could. I get the impression that Kabuto thinks that I fly through life without a care in the world, making jokes of everything and everyone. And I do that a lot, admittedly.

I was not expecting him to literally take me out of bed at FIVE IN THE MORNING and throw me into a tub of icy cold water on the dawn of the first day I was to start training.

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD KABUTO WHY WOULD YOU DO SUCH A THING!?" I yell, stripping off my wet tank top and underwear and throwing them at Kabuto's face.

"You were not responding. I decided to take a more direct approach." He catches the wet clothing effortlessly and hangs them on the shower curtain rod.

Shivering, I put on clean underwear, sweatpants and a tshirt. Kabuto watches me dress with a smug look on his face.

"Ready?" he asks.

"I hope you know there's a good chance that you're sleeping on the couch tonight." I mutter angrily.

"Oh, I'm sure I can get back in your good graces in no time. I know your body better than you do at this point, you know." says Kabuto. He winks suggestively and heads towards the kitchen.

"I made toast. Eat up!"

It was going to be a long day.

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As I had predicted that morning, it was indeed a long day. A long day of weight training and push-ups and laps around the hideout. I knew I was extremely out of shape, but I didn't realize HOW out of shape I was.

We quit training around early evening. By then, I could barely walk, because my feet were not meant to run.

I have extremely flat feet, and the shoes I had been given lacked proper arch support. Therefore at the end of Kabuto's training from hell, every step I took caused extreme pain. So much pain, in fact, that I made Kabuto carry me home.

"Hey Kabuto. Remember this morning when you bragged to me that you knew my body better than I did? Guess what? You don't." I mutter sarcastically. We had retired to the couch after showering; I had placed my head in Kabuto's lap as he read through some data from an experiment he was conducting.

"I meant it in a sexual sense, not literally." argues Kabuto. "I was trying to appeal to your sensuality. Christ, Marie, you don't have chakra. According to my medical knowledge, you shouldn't be alive!"

I giggle.

"What?"

"You just referenced a religious figure that doesn't exist in this universe." I say through my giggling.

"I...did?" He places the report he was reading on the side table and throws me a confused expression, which just made me giggle more.

"And you did it subconsciously. Oh my LORD that is adorable!"

"I still don't understand. What did I say?"

"You said 'Christ'."

"I...did?"

"Mhm. My way of speaking has entered your subconscious and now you're using words you've heard me using and now you're using those same words in the context you heard me using them in. In short, I'm rubbing off on you." I explain excitedly.

"Hah. I suppose you are. Though it's normal for couples to pick up each other's speech patterns, I believe."

"How would you know? You've never actually been in a relationship before."

"Not a real one, no. I have studied sociology of relationships."

I raise an eyebrow. "Study and experience are not the same thing, you dork."

"Yes but people follow patterns. You just have to be aware of the proper patterns to apply to the correct situation." Kabuto resumes reading his report with a smug look on his face.

"So you're one of those people that believes that anything can be explained by science, even emotion?"

Kabuto nods. "Of course."

I scowl. "Then how do explain stuff like ninjutsu and summoning and shit? This world has freaking talking animals and you're telling men that all can be explained."

"Well, there's entire fields focusing on chakra usage and summoning arts."

"Hmph. Of course there are. But still, science only tells you so much. There are some things you just feel, ya know?" I huff.

"I would like to point out that feeling is simply a mix of hormones and brain chemicals-"

"You're such a romantic, Kabuto."

"And you, my dear, are extremely idealistic. My polar opposite." muses Kabuto. He strokes my hair pensively.

"You can be emotional and scientific. I'd point out that you've been conditioned since a young age to be cold and calculating but I'm pretty sure you already know that."

Kabuto chuckles. "Ahhh..you haven't pulled that on me awhile. Feeling vengeful for today, are we?"

"Damn straight. You also owe me a massage for putting my body through such trauma today."

"You're pathetic. It wasn't that bad. In fact, I went quite easy on you." Kabuto chuckles harder.

"...THAT was you going easy on me? Seriously?"

"My training was much tougher." comments Kabuto.

"Might I add that the training regimen you went through is considered child abuse by most sane people."

"Hm. I guess you do have a point." Kabuto discards the reports on the coffee table and takes off his glasses. He rubs his eyes wearily.

"So, what were you reading?"

"I have several experiments running in other hideouts that send me reports on a regular basis." he says.

"Anything I would find fascinating?"

"Hmmm..not really since you don't have chakra. So..what did I owe you again?"asks Kabuto, stretching his arms.

"A massage. As in, you soothe the muscles you destroyed. You're a med-nin, I'm sure you can do that."

Kabuto grins seductively. "I can do more than that." He takes off my glasses and places them next to his on the coffee table. He pushes my head off of his lap and stands up. After Kabuto stretches his arms and legs, he picks me up bridal style and carries me to our bedroom.

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[Lemon-fluff-thing]

Kabuto places me on the bed.

"Turn around on your belly." he says.

I do as he commands. I hear the rustle of a shirt being removed and discarded.

Hands caress my lower back under my shirt as Kabuto straddles my legs.

"Is this what you meant?" he asks as he rubs his thumbs into the muscles on my lower back. He kisses the skin between his hands and lifts my shirt a little higher, his hands and lips moving higher.

I sigh in content. "That's really sexy and all, but I actually really need you to do that to my legs and shoulders."

"Ah ah ah. All in good time I want to unravel you slowly." Kabuto's hands remain at the center of my back, his thumbs rubbing the aching muscles in firm, caressing motions while his lips move higher under my shirt to my shoulder blades.

I moan softly and lean into his hands. Kabuto removes his hands from my back to discard my shirt and continues rubbing my lower back.

"Higher..." Kabuto moved to straddle my waist, his arousal extremely obvious from the bulge pressed against my lower back, covered thinly by his pants.

His hands move to my aching shoulder blades. I moan louder.

Kabuto leans into my ear to whisper. "So, does that moan mean I get to sleep here tonight?" His hands find a particular knot that was giving me issues and I squeal.

"Mmm..maybe. We'll see." I say. His hands massage my shoulders, his thumb rubbing into my muscles that were destroyed by today's weight training, his bare chest pressing into my bare back. He moans at the skin on skin contact.

"Keep doing that." I moan, and he does, pressing his body into mine as he does.

Eventually he replaces his hands with his lips, suckling the skin softly. His hands move to cup my breasts, squeezing them slightly and moving his hands in a circular motion. I press myself into him.

"You know my legs are still sore." I say as his fingers move to my nipples.

"I know. I think I'll take you like this first." he murmurs, his fingers massaging my nipples lightly before moving to the waistband of my pants.

"Oh? Have something special planned?" I ask.

Kabuto discards my pants along with my underwear before removing his own pants and boxers. He presses himself against me again and moved his fingers to my core, inserting a finger inside and extracting it quickly.

"It's a surprise." he whispers. He makes the hand seals for the contraception jutsu (which works excellently for the record) and lines himself up with me before pushing inside with ease.

Kabuto moves slowly and carefully, keeping his hands on my inner thighs and softly caressing the skin and muscles as he thrusts in and out of me gently from behind. His hands move lower, massaging my thighs and managing to soothe the sorest areas with ease.

My moans grew louder as he picks up the pace slightly, but still maintaining the gentleness, something my previous lovers lacked the skill to achieve.

Kabuto moves his hands to my rear, massaging it in the same manner as he had the rest of my body, pushing my body to meet his with ease. He reaches out to find the small nub above our joining, pressing it softly resulting in my moans turning into a mix of screams and his name as I came hard. He was not far behind, as he thrust into me one last time in release. He remained still before pulling out of me slowly.

[END LEMON-FLUFF-THING]

"Now you'll sleep much better tonight. Maybe I won't have to wake you up so harshly tomorrow morning." he muses as he absently runs his fingers through my hair during the post-sex cuddling afterglow.

"I'm not kidding. If you pull a stunt like this morning again you're not going to get laid for a very, VERY long time." I growl.

"I thought this was going to end after my transformation anyway." he points out.

"Well...that isn't going to happen."

"Oh, but it will. I have everything planned out perfectly." he says confidently, his light touches moving to my back.

"We've been over this hundreds of times. It's a terrible idea. You are going to be used. Trust me."

"If I may ask, what is it that I do that's so horrible?" asks Kabuto.

"Spoilers. Lots of people die and you end up back at square one ashamed, pathetic and defeated."

"That's quite vague, but I appreciate your concern for my dignity." he says.

"It's not just out of concern for your dignity, I'm afraid me being here would change the outcome. You may end up getting killed because of what you do." I protest.

"Hmm. Perhaps I should focus my efforts on transporting us to your universe instead."

"That would actually be a good idea." I say.

Kabuto continues to draw patterns on my back. It is awhile before he speaks.

"It's a possibility, however I know nothing about your universe; if I like what I hear, maybe I'll consider leaving this world behind. That is, if it's possible."

"If anyone can figure it out, it's you."

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Author's note: Ahhhh so the plot moves along AND I got to write a ton of fluff.

Review replies

Tabue2000: ohohohoho nonono. She will not be the next Lee. She severely lacks the discipline and work ethic. Honestly she really just wants to punch Sasuke in the face. Making Marie the next Lee is dangerously close to Mary Sue territory.

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